THE DEADLY MISSION

EPISODE 5

I was starving and had only a cup of tea and two slices of bread before leaving for school, which my mother had prepared for me.

When I was kidnapped, my lunch box fell on the ground, spilling my food. I have no idea what time it was or what the weather was like.

I couldn't tell if it was still day or night.

Since I was kidnapped, I've been unable to locate it.

I dragged my leg to the table where my food was set and sat courting it as I unveiled the food by removing the cover off the top.

It was fried rice with a generous helping of well-grilled chicken meat.

Plantains and salad were not forgotten in the mix.

Because I despise salad, I gathered it on the plate that was used to cover the dish.

I was a light eater, but I had no idea how I got through the meal.

The bone of the chicken meat was the only item left on the platter, which my teeth couldn't do honor to.

I drank a small amount of water because my small stomach had already been stuffed to capacity with meals.

I instantly remembered what the mask guy had said earlier about eating less, and wondered what he meant when he claimed that eating too much food was bad for my health.

When I felt my eyes going tired, I pushed the thought aside.

Hannah, who was only a few feet away from me as she curled herself up on the bed, caught my attention.

All I recalled was staring at her when I opened my eyes to a dreadful agony in my stomach.

I was likewise taken aback when I saw precious on her bed, gripping her stomach.

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice teary as the pain became excruciating.

"I believe we've been poisoned," she replied, escalating my anxiety.

"And how did you know that?" I inquired, my eyes welling up with tears.

"Don't you watch movies," she hissed angrily as she clutched her tummy.

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PETER’S POV:

My first step in completing my homework just open the door, which caused a disruption in class; I already knew everything there was to know about her.

Mr. Joseph, the senate president in Stardom, fourth child, and a second daughter.

She's impolite and vulgar like the other students at school, and she's well-known for her frequent shopping trips to the United States.

She travels to the United States once a month to shop for clothes and spend time with her siblings.

She decided not to remain because she claimed the weather was not relaxing or complementary to her delicate complexion.

That was her explanation, but the actual reason she didn't want to stay was that she was treated like a regular person there, not being puffed up because of her father's status and even being treated like a crap by the regular citizens.

She stopped at the door, staring at me as if she'd seen me before.

I suddenly observed the guy in the seat next to me give her a "you're dead" expression and get up from his seat and walk over to her.

He was immediately followed by the two guys who had followed him in.

Helen was hauled out of the lecture hall by her wrist.

The students didn't even act surprised by the event; instead, they just sat there staring at me, as if waiting for me to finish my lecture.

"Sorry, I'm coming," I said to the students as I walked out of the lecture room, dropping the marker and dropping off the stage.

Helen smacked the guy on the cheek, and I clenched my cheek.

As his eyeball began to sparkle with blood, the man became extremely enraged.

He lifted his hand to strike Helen, but I quickly approached them and took his hand in mine.

I could see the look of surprise on his crew mates' faces.

He c****d his head in slow motion to gaze at the person who dared to take his hand.

"You! " As his eye shot an invisible laser at mine, he exclaimed startlingly.

" Oops, I'm sorry, I was just passing by and noticed you about to downgrade yourself, so I thought it would be nice of me to assist you," I said solemnly as I freed his hand.

He said aggressively at me, "do you have your death certificate ready."

"Sorry buddy, but it's not ready yet," I said amusingly, almost mockingly.

"Looks like you've got a huge liver there, make sure you defend it well because you just stepped on the wrong cobra's tail," he yelled angrily as he strode away, his two dogs' tails wagging after him.

" Thank you, sir," Helen said flirtatiously as she rolled her eyelids rollickingly.

"You're welcome," I murmured as I returned to the lecture hall.

I smirked to myself as I saw she was staring at me, and my preparations were going off without a hitch.

Before continuing with my presentation, I apologized to the students.

Helen did not return, which surprised me.

"And now we've come to the conclusion of today's lesson, I apologize for not using the projector; I'll start using it in the next class, thank you for your cooperation," I said, dropping the marker in my hand and flashing a killer smile that made a few girls blush.

As I walked out of the students, each of my strides was accompanied by an atmosphere of majesty, and all eyes were on me.

" Mr. Peter," a pleasant voice yelled my name as I was exiting the lecture hall; she appeared to have been attempting to catch up with me for quite some time.

"Hello dear," I smiled, "Good morning," she said in Dutch, "morning gorgeous," I answered beaming.

She blushed and responded, "I'm one of your students."

"Wow, I'm pleased to have an Angel like you in my class," I teased, but she didn't notice since she smiled like a fool.

"Please give me your digits," she urged, extending her phone to me while avoiding eye contact; she's shy, I'm guessing.

I pretended to be thinking about it when I said, "hmmm."

"No, it ain't cool for a gorgeous girl like you to spend your call card on a guy like me," I said, pausing briefly to observe her dissatisfied expression.

I handed her my phone and said, "Give me yours."

As she punched her number into my phone, she flashed a wide smile.

When she was finished typing, she handed me my phone.

She handed me the phone and said, "Beatrice is my name, but you can call me Bet's wealth."

" Peter, but you may call me anything you like" I responded as I pretended to be engaged in an activity on my phone; I knew she'd believe I was attempting to save her number, but no, I was scanning my surroundings; I knew two people were looking at me, but I'd spotted them before they saw me.

They were both girls, and they hid their faces behind a book while pretending to read it, but what they were really doing was spying on me as they exchanged words.

"I'll call you," I murmured to Beatrice as I walked away from her, pretending not to notice the two girls.

Pauline and Helen were the ones that were s——d at what they were doing.

As I returned to my flat, I was met with several kinds of staring eyes.

Unlike when I was walking to the lecture room earlier, the school grounds were now bustling with students.

To evade their stares, I took out my phone and pretended to be pressing it as I went.

When I arrived at my flat, I noticed that my toy, a double engine Jincheng power bike, had already been parked.

My mentor presented it to me when I surmounted a mission that had already gone south due to an error in the transmission of information.

I'm not ready to get into specifics just yet.

I jumped on it and pressed my thumb against the start button.

My thumb is the only way to start it, and the key is still with Byte, my personal assistant.

Because of a scenario, I requested him to bring it in.

Before getting down and entering my apartment, I revved it without driving.

Something had changed inside, and I was certain that someone had entered while I was away.

As I made my way down to the sitting room, I took it slowly.

When I came across a note on my table sealed with my symbol, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Two dragons attempted to fly away, but their tails were entangled.

I took the note in my hand and unfolded it, showing the contents.

"SHE GOES DOWN TONIGHT," I read from the message before hurriedly tossing it into the fire.

"Ouch," I grumbled as I made my way to my room to prepare for the elimination assignment.